crazy, whether the man was intrigued or repelled.
Kieran felt…worried. His thin eyebrows were pulled down, teeth biting his bottom lip. “Yes, but…”
Lucien stroked Kieran’s cheek, let his fingers slide along the lovely teeth that played with Kieran’s lip. Lucien wished to feel them sunk into his own skin, Kieran sucking his very essence from him.
“But what? How may I prove it to you? I will not turn you into my companion against your will.”
“I haven’t the slightest idea. I’ve never known someone who claimed to be a myth before.”
Lucien slid his fingers down along Kieran’s arm, found his lover’s hand and brought it to his mouth. “I’m no myth.”
Sucking one of Kieran’s fingers into his mouth, he played with the tip of it with his tongue before he ran it across one of his incisors and pierced the skin.
He felt Kieran’s moan, heard it, that arousal immediate and sweet as honey. “No. No, you’re solid.”
Yes, he was and he knew Kieran loved everything about him, even the biting and the sucking. Lucien sucked firmly on Kieran’s finger, small, sweet drops of blood landing on his tongue. Then he pulled it from his mouth and offered it over to Kieran. “Taste,” he murmured.
“It tastes like pennies.”
“To me the copper taste is only the beginning. Beneath that everyone tastes different. You are sweet and delicious. I’m addicted already to the way you taste.”
“I… Is it like a drug thing?”
“It’s biological, Kieran, not chemical. But I suppose a drug is the closest comparison.” He brought Kieran’s finger back to his mouth, sucked a few more drops from it. “I need blood to survive.”
“I… How much?” Kieran scooted closer, not away, curiosity clearly beating out worry.
Lucien shrugged easily. “It depends on how long it’s been since I last fed, what I’ve done in between.” He found Kieran’s ass and squeezed one rounded cheek. “Draining people to death? That is a myth. I mean it’s possible, but not at all necessary.”
“That’s good. I’m not interested in dying right this moment.”
He pressed his advantage. “But are you interested in living forever? Or close enough to it?”
“Who isn’t?”
Lucien sat up, bringing Kieran with him, moving to cup Kieran’s face. “Then you’ll let me turn you into a vampire as well? You’ll drink from me and stay with me?”
“If you try and I don’t, will you let me get you some help, Lucien? Please?”
“You don’t believe me? I don’t want you to agree just because you don’t think it’ll happen. You need to be willing, even on the chance that it will work.” He leaned in and licked at Kieran’s lips. “And it will. So exciting, Kieran. You and me together, roaming the night, making love, seeing everything there is to see, doing everything there is to do…”
“Tell me what you think will happen. Will it hurt? Will I be…dead?” Poor Kieran, trying so hard to understand, to comprehend.
“I prefer to call it super-alive rather than dead. I will drink from you and you will drink from me in return, as much as you can take before you pass out. While you’re out, your body will change. You’ll become a vampire like me. You will need to feed when you wake, and you will imprint on the first being you feed from—in this case, me.”
“And then what? I can’t see myself in mirrors and am allergic to garlic?” There was the beginning of panic in Kieran’s voice.
Bringing their mouths together, Lucien gave Kieran a kiss as he smoothed his hand down along Kieran’s back. “The mirror thing is also a myth—though I haven’t seen myself in them lately.” He grinned and gave Kieran another kiss. “And the garlic thing is more a case of the flavor being anathema rather than an actual allergy. I assure you, Kieran, it is a world of sensuality I offer, that you would be well-suited to.”
Kieran relaxed for him, gasping into his lips a little, gripping him tightly. “Will
Kieran felt…worried. His thin eyebrows were pulled down, teeth biting his bottom lip. “Yes, but…”
Lucien stroked Kieran’s cheek, let his fingers slide along the lovely teeth that played with Kieran’s lip. Lucien wished to feel them sunk into his own skin, Kieran sucking his very essence from him.
“But what? How may I prove it to you? I will not turn you into my companion against your will.”
“I haven’t the slightest idea. I’ve never known someone who claimed to be a myth before.”
Lucien slid his fingers down along Kieran’s arm, found his lover’s hand and brought it to his mouth. “I’m no myth.”
Sucking one of Kieran’s fingers into his mouth, he played with the tip of it with his tongue before he ran it across one of his incisors and pierced the skin.
He felt Kieran’s moan, heard it, that arousal immediate and sweet as honey. “No. No, you’re solid.”
Yes, he was and he knew Kieran loved everything about him, even the biting and the sucking. Lucien sucked firmly on Kieran’s finger, small, sweet drops of blood landing on his tongue. Then he pulled it from his mouth and offered it over to Kieran. “Taste,” he murmured.
“It tastes like pennies.”
“To me the copper taste is only the beginning. Beneath that everyone tastes different. You are sweet and delicious. I’m addicted already to the way you taste.”
“I… Is it like a drug thing?”
“It’s biological, Kieran, not chemical. But I suppose a drug is the closest comparison.” He brought Kieran’s finger back to his mouth, sucked a few more drops from it. “I need blood to survive.”
“I… How much?” Kieran scooted closer, not away, curiosity clearly beating out worry.
Lucien shrugged easily. “It depends on how long it’s been since I last fed, what I’ve done in between.” He found Kieran’s ass and squeezed one rounded cheek. “Draining people to death? That is a myth. I mean it’s possible, but not at all necessary.”
“That’s good. I’m not interested in dying right this moment.”
He pressed his advantage. “But are you interested in living forever? Or close enough to it?”
“Who isn’t?”
Lucien sat up, bringing Kieran with him, moving to cup Kieran’s face. “Then you’ll let me turn you into a vampire as well? You’ll drink from me and stay with me?”
“If you try and I don’t, will you let me get you some help, Lucien? Please?”
“You don’t believe me? I don’t want you to agree just because you don’t think it’ll happen. You need to be willing, even on the chance that it will work.” He leaned in and licked at Kieran’s lips. “And it will. So exciting, Kieran. You and me together, roaming the night, making love, seeing everything there is to see, doing everything there is to do…”
“Tell me what you think will happen. Will it hurt? Will I be…dead?” Poor Kieran, trying so hard to understand, to comprehend.
“I prefer to call it super-alive rather than dead. I will drink from you and you will drink from me in return, as much as you can take before you pass out. While you’re out, your body will change. You’ll become a vampire like me. You will need to feed when you wake, and you will imprint on the first being you feed from—in this case, me.”
“And then what? I can’t see myself in mirrors and am allergic to garlic?” There was the beginning of panic in Kieran’s voice.
Bringing their mouths together, Lucien gave Kieran a kiss as he smoothed his hand down along Kieran’s back. “The mirror thing is also a myth—though I haven’t seen myself in them lately.” He grinned and gave Kieran another kiss. “And the garlic thing is more a case of the flavor being anathema rather than an actual allergy. I assure you, Kieran, it is a world of sensuality I offer, that you would be well-suited to.”
Kieran relaxed for him, gasping into his lips a little, gripping him tightly. “Will
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